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Take Me To Church
My lover's
got humour
She's the
giggle at a funeral
Knows
everybody's disapproval
I should've
worshipped her sooner
If the
heavens ever did speak
She's the
last true mouthpiece
Every
Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh
poison each week
'We were
born sick, ' you heard them say it
My Church
offers no absolutes
She tells
me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only
heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm
alone with you—
I was born
sick,
But I love
it
Command me
to be well
Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen.
Take me to
church
I'll
worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell
you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me
that deathless death
Good God,
let me give you my life
If I'm a
pagan of the good times
My lover's
the sunlight
To keep the
Goddess on my side
She demands
a sacrifice
Drain the
whole sea
Get
something shiny
Something
meaty for the main course
That's a
fine looking high horse
What you
got in the stable?
We've a lot
of starving faithful
That looks
tasty
That looks
plenty
This is
hungry work
Take me to
church
I'll
worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell
you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my
deathless death
Good God,
let me give you my life
No Masters
or Kings
When the
Ritual begins
There is no
sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the
madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I
am Human
Only then I
am Clean
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Take me to
church
I'll
worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell
you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me
that deathless death
Good God,
let me give you my life
